according to my weird version of buddhism, dukkha, suffering or the dissatifying nature of life, is basically addiction. suffering comes from grasping (at things, mostly), seeking out sensations only to find that the pleasure lasts only an instant, leaving a hole that must be filled by more sensation. according to buddhist philosophy, true joy comes from abandoning this grasping and leading a moral life of peace. i personally associate these two things, suffering/pleasure and joy/bliss, with dopamine and serotonin. thus, logically, meth is the devil, right?
the other day, my sister caged me into smoking a bit, while i was on a 2nd plateau DXM trip. that day, i got an ENORMOUS amount of work done. i finished assembling and ordering my room, which i'd been putting off for weeks then cleaned out and rearranged my drawers and closet. before i had to laundry baskets for clean and dirty clothes. now i have a drawer for tshirts and undies, plus a closet with areas for coats, pants and shirts, all hung up. i have a *wardrobe*. thing is, i also jacked off about 5 times, including a few times in a video chat room. though i hadn't masturbated for 3 weeks previously - i usually don't. cathartic, much. afterwards, i went to sleep, go up the next day and went on with my business, no craving.
so what the hell? i KNOW its evil, but damn, it gets shit done. and since i'm a dxm daily doser, i'm totally immune to addiction. how should i look at this?
the other day, my sister caged me into smoking a bit, while i was on a 2nd plateau DXM trip. that day, i got an ENORMOUS amount of work done. i finished assembling and ordering my room, which i'd been putting off for weeks then cleaned out and rearranged my drawers and closet. before i had to laundry baskets for clean and dirty clothes. now i have a drawer for tshirts and undies, plus a closet with areas for coats, pants and shirts, all hung up. i have a *wardrobe*. thing is, i also jacked off about 5 times, including a few times in a video chat room. though i hadn't masturbated for 3 weeks previously - i usually don't. cathartic, much. afterwards, i went to sleep, go up the next day and went on with my business, no craving.
so what the hell? i KNOW its evil, but damn, it gets shit done. and since i'm a dxm daily doser, i'm totally immune to addiction. how should i look at this?